The Big Commitment

Disclaimers: You all know I don't own my favorite show...if only...

Author's Note: My apologies for not updating my other fanfic, A Formula of Love. It is on a long boat called Hiatus...I promise not to abandon that story! I've just been a busy turtle. Haha, get it? Busy turtle...? No...alright. ANYWAYS, I just felt like experimenting by writing this story. I've been trying to write some good smut for some reason. Also, due to the fact that it has been MONTHS on the END since I've updated my other fanfic, I want to release this one story to you guys. Please do bear with me, I'm not a super pro at writing smut like some awesome writers out there in the fandom. I love you all, like literally, if I met you all, we would be having an awesome get together. c':

Enough with my blabbering, enjoy my fellow readers. Love you all. ;3

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Everything had been fine, Sheldon and Amy were sitting on the couch together watching a movie like every other date night.

But tonight, was not like any other night. There was an odd tension between them two. Neither of them paid much attention to the movie that was displayed on Amy's television. Lust filled the room between Sheldon and Amy, neither of them dared to peek a glance at each other.

The room darkens, only their silhouettes only to be seen between them. The credits began to roll in showing that the movie had ended.

Sheldon clears his throat, feeling Amy shift in her spot to reach for the remote control. Trying to break the tension, Sheldon made small talk. "I had fun tonight," he said slightly squirming in his spot.

"So did I," replied Amy politely as she stood up from her seat. "That was an interesting movie," said Amy, walking over to the door to turn the lights back on.

Sheldon rubbed his eyes, the lighting in the room made his eyes become sensitive. Amy walked over to the kitchen grabbing two coffee mugs from the cabinet above the kitchen stove.

"Do you want some chamomile tea?" asked Amy quietly, standing behind the kitchen counter.

"Sure." Sheldon putting on his windbreaker.

As Amy made the beverages for the both of them, she felt a warm feeling form below her abdomen, she watched as Sheldon placed his windbreaker on himself. She watched as his biceps slightly flex under his shirt. Amy looked down, feeling blood rush to her cheeks. Hoo...she quietly muttered under her breath.

Sheldon rubbed his face hoping the burning sensation forming in his cheeks would go away. He hadn't meant to look at Amy's bottom as she walked her way to the kitchen.

Why did I have to look at her in that way...I should know better than that... thought Sheldon, feeling guilty.

Sheldon couldn't seem to hold back his desire for Amy anymore. Back then when they had met and became more than friends, Sheldon had a better control of his feelings for Amy, but it seemed she was finding a way to breaking the last of some of his barriers.